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Hemlock. Locust. I'd figure them out. Taking the mail.<br />

Red pine. Ash, and, and maple.<br />

Red pine."<br />

"Alf! What's wrong? What's the matter?"<br />

"I, I don't know. I guess I don't feel too good."<br />

"Please, sit still, sit still. I'm going to call." Judith ran<br />

from the room to a small side office where there was a<br />

telephone. She pushed against the panic that was<br />

closing in on her as she dialed the police station, whose<br />

number she knew by heart. Finally Joe MacDermott<br />

answered. "Joe. This is Judith. At the post office.<br />

Could…" Then, in the mail room, she heard wood<br />

scrape against the floor. There was a sharp crash, then<br />

another crash, duller, heavy, and terrifying to her.<br />

The noise swept the panic up and swirled it through<br />

her voice.<br />

"Please. Quick. Help me. Alf 's ill. Please call Dr.<br />

Scaper. An ambulance. Come quick. Please. Please."<br />

There was no noise anymore except her own voice<br />

whispering, "Please, please, please," as she ran back to<br />

where, on the floor, Alf Marco lay facedown beside the<br />

overturned chair.

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